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cillit bang - grim sickers lyrics

[verse 1: cadell]
who’s gonna buy a sc-m fam album?
i know i certainly won’t
they bad up on the riddim but they nerds on the road
and chat about their mrs when their bird’s on the go
and i know about munters, but i really shot punters
round here, your girl is a hoe
kannan’s on a ban and he’ll be clocking that i left it
i could be broke and i wouldn’t shot for tez kidd
ak warring with who?
my nephew’s way taller than you, go call for the troops
then come down to london with eight man
leave four on the ground floor, four on the roof
don’t be hurt, you was born for the truth
play to the lord to recoup
and i never done this sh-t for the fame
my thoughts are dark and it’s not for the views
and i’ve got a gun, blacker than me in napa
i made grime pop so you don’t wanna be a rapper
and i can foresee a p-ssa before its one extra
bbc same day in the vectra
and we ain’t paying congestion charge, we all felons
don’t come near the car, we piff lemon
live life, fifth gear, fast
last year, you were the guy, this year? last
and nah they can’t come to the last supper
don’t feel any threats from a fast come-up
do a show in your town, just know i’ve got the bar tun up
where’s the smoking room? team wan’ bun up
and i left dem boy inna race
guess who shut it all down this summer?
wear all-black on a regular basis
but i’m at your funeral in colours

[verse 2: so large]
oi, grim, what you on, fam?
don’t you know you’re putting them on, fam?
man know you in london? never heard of sc-m fam
and f-ck tez kidd
cause i’ll open him up like an entrance
i’ll stick my knife in till it starts bending
look him in his eyes so he knows that i meant it
your mate ain’t on a sitting on the fence ting
call my mate with the 357 ting
judge wanna lock off till 27 ting
mandem persistent offending
like my last sentence suspend him
you better keep my name out your mentions
i’m at the top permanent residency
i’m not selling or renting
you sell your -rs- to anyone spending
kitchen knife, i ain’t on no chef ting
m1 northbound right now, know it’s a shev ting
k!ll a soundboy on a mez ting
you’re the sideman in your crew
it seems to me
ak’s not eazy e
you’re on certain mc renting
why you coming london on the regular?
all of your mandem squashed up on a megabus
oi, ak, next time you come 1xtra
i beg you don’t bring tez cuh
he makes your squad look dead, bruv
so i might pop up to your set, bruv
and pop holes in the rest of ya
brush dem boy dere, get swept up
calling out my name, that was bang out of order
tez kidd, nuttin’ but a fool so
repping like you’re from new york but
you’re just a likkle pauper from yorkshire

[verse 3: grim sickers]
ak, little daft pr-ck
through your body in the bin like a sandwich
i get a tweet that i’m begging to clash you
like i can’t pick you up and backhand you
split your wig like cashew, think you’re a bad yout?
pray that sickers don’t catch you
f-ck that, i said f-ck that
i said f-ck that, you’re f-cking mad
i’ll break your t–th on the curb, then stab, then
lay man down all next to his dad, then
lay man down all next to his grandpa
must’ve thought twitter was a f-cking banter
tez kidd, little 1p suge knight
on some chef [?]
you’ll get [?] piledriver
head knock two tombstones
rock one stone cold stunner, two lefts and that’s goodnight
and act casual and duppy and leave
ak, that’s mi’s bar
you best pray ft don’t come for your ps
spun by villz, spun by xp
how the f-ck’s this donny all talking to me?
draw your girl in bootcut jeans
take her mcd’s, get neck, then leave
recognise the f-cking st–ze
been calling me out for the last three years
that’s kozzie and jay for you, that’s pressure
if me and you end up in the bas-m-nt
i’ll turn a ting suplex city like lesnar
[?] fester
what’s that fester? uncle fester
pull man out of the side of the fiesta
speak up
paranoid [?] knees up
eskimo, i can’t see ya
big set, i can’t see ya
you little f-cking mug
that flow won’t save you from the f-cking crud
last mixtape’s a f-cking shegger
run up on you as casisdead
piff [?] your head
and that’s lightweight
pick him up and bread chris
no warning
on the floor, corn him when i’m all cornered
forza should’ve warned him
i go all-out
i’m the last mc you should’ve called out
body in the war, [?] past the fourth round

[outro: grim sickers]
oi, ak
don’t ever in your life mention my name on this earth again, dd
you’ve been calling out for too long, cuz, yeah?
i’mma done for you and everyone in your f-cking family
understand the f-cking st–ze, dd
oh

- grim sickers lyrics

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